Chapter 227: The Land of Incomplete Magic Source
The dark sky is silent.
The blood that had been accumulating for a long time seeped deep into the soil. The already dark soil could not see the black blood, and the stench was overwhelming.
Isidore stood in the center, his eyes lowered.
It was very dirty here, and even though he didn't have a keen sense of smell, he could still smell the foul odor.
He looked around and found no more suitable open space nearby.
A strange and cold magic was faintly emanating from the air and even the ground. It was not the natural magic of the world, but a magic that had been condensed.
The magic power swirled underground, seemingly taking shape for a long time.
Formed magic usually dissipates slowly after it appears, even if it is not used.
Isidore stared calmly at his feet. He stretched out his hand, and a little magic gathered in his hand.
Compared to the magic that slightly attracted his attention, it was indeed more important to find Vifia first.
"Mo Bo, how about we step back a little?"
Runto, nearly stuffing his entire frame into the dead trees, trembled and discussed, "Why would the intruders run to the Land of Oblivion? This is terrifying."
Mo Bo was genuinely speechless for his friend: "Didn't you go with him?"
"Ah?" Runto's white upper and lower jaws opened wide, but his empty head showed no emotion. He was just a skeleton and could not make rich expressions.
"Didn't I come with you?" Runto asked in disbelief.
Mo Bo wanted to sigh and close his eyes, but unfortunately he didn't have the organs to do these actions. Forget it, fortunately he always treated Runto as a fool.
He looked at the intruder standing alone in the land of oblivion.
The Land of Oblivion in Mordheim was the place where the most demons and ghosts died when the disaster struck three hundred years ago.
Many lord-level aliens also died here, including the former king of their ghost tribe.
It is said that under the cover of blood and mud, the Land of Annihilation still retains the magic source of the Ghost King lineage, which stores the ghost clan's top magic. However, due to too many deaths and injuries in the Land of Annihilation, the magic power is complicated, and coupled with the sudden changes of disasters, the Land of Annihilation has now completely become a cursed land. In the past, there would be alien races who would go to explore for treasure, but in the end they only brought out the curse.
He and Runto didn't want to bear the curse.
"He'll be cursed, won't he?"
"Does he also covet the source of magic?"
The voices of the two skeletons sounded at the same time.
Upon hearing his question, Runeto responded sincerely to his question about the source of magic: "If you don't know, then I don't know even more."
Mo Bo: He shouldn't have asked.
"Runto, after this, we'll prepare to head to the Simparai ruins." He glanced at the filthy skeleton beside him and said with disdain, "First, you need to clean your bones. We don't have a good reputation to begin with."
Runto opened his mouth to refuse, but after hearing Mobo's last words, he had to shut up.
The dense malice surrounding them stayed outside the Land of Annihilation and gradually turned into gloating. They had seen too many alien races enter the Land of Annihilation and come out in disgrace with curses on their faces.
It doesn’t matter what race the intruder is; what they want to see is him coming out in disgrace and cursed.
Isidore didn't care.
He placed his hand on his forehead, and fine lines of magic penetrated his body and flowed along his blood, following the same route as when he tore his soul apart before.
But this time it was not to tear the soul apart, but to find the resonance point of his soul when it was integrated into the Vifiya thread.
Time could not wash away his memory. He remembered clearly the route the magic line took through his body. He remembered every moment and feeling with her.
Salis once taught something about the soul, briefly explaining that the same soul could resonate and confirm its location, and he had been secretly learning it since then.
In the days after he lost her, he had tried many times to use soul resonance to determine her location, but each time ended in failure.
Isidore wasn't sure if he would succeed this time, but fortunately there was more than one way to find her.
The moment the magic line penetrated his heart, he trembled uncontrollably. The magic circle under his feet continued to expand with him as the center. The complicated runes glowed and rose into the air.
The magic power in the body swirled around the place where the soul was missing, and the runes in the magic circle shook slightly, affecting the movement of the magic lines in Isidore's body.
A few drops of cold sweat fell silently and hit the ground. Every movement of the magic line brought a cutting pain, as if asking the owner of the soul where his soul had gone?
The magic line faintly touched the soul, and the magic composed of runes wandered in the air. The speed of the magic circle suddenly increased. It was looking for the lost soul fragments of the magic master.
The ground suddenly shook violently, throwing Isidore violently.
Isidore, who was concentrating on soul resonance, couldn't help but stagger a few times. Although the magic line in his heart did not stop searching because of his movements, it still accidentally pulled his heart, causing a sharp pain.
He frowned and his face turned pale.
He stood up as quickly as possible, continued searching for the location of the soul fragment, and lowered his head to sense the ground.
The pairs of eyes that have been spying on the Land of Annihilation all reveal extreme excitement and strong malice, looking forward to the moment when the intruder will be cursed.
His silver eyes fell on the dark ground, without any other emotions added by the accident just now, and he was as calm as usual.
The magic power underground was trying to break his magic circle.
no.
The magic circle paused for a moment.
Runto and Mobo, who were hiding in the dead trees and observing secretly, never took their eyes off Isidore since he started casting the magic.
In the empty eye sockets, the intruder's magic circle froze for a moment.
They all knew that this was a step that every alien race would take before entering the Land of Annihilation and being cursed.
Just as Runto was about to express his regret, the next second, he and Mobo realized something was wrong.
The quiet magic around them was becoming restless. No, it was different from the restlessness in a small area. They were like being in a rushing sea of magic, with waves of magic swaying around them.
The malicious people who were watching gradually became suspicious.
The waves suddenly moved and gathered madly towards the intruder.
The leafless dead trees were broken, and the motionless dark clouds in the sky were forced to move.
Runto grabbed Mobo's forearm with one hand and quickly grabbed his sternum, which was about to fall, with the other. He shouted, "The magic power of all Mordheim will be sucked away!"
Mo Bo didn't say anything. He stared at the scene in front of him and wanted to widen his eye sockets, but his bones couldn't do it.
The magic circle, which already occupied half the size of the Land of Annihilation, suddenly expanded, bringing the entire Land of Annihilation into its range.
The light of magic became more and more dazzling, and all the runes suddenly fell into the magic circle, suppressing the magic power underground.
Isidore instinctively stopped the underground magic. To stop a certain magic, more and more powerful magic is needed to suppress it.
He continued to let the magic lines in his body flow to the place where the soul was missing, while using the magic circle to resonate the soul, collecting the magic power around him, strengthening the magic circle, and preventing the interruption of the underground magic power.
Hidden malice was replaced by shock.
Mo Bo asked in disbelief, "But...is it possible?"
The whole skeleton made a sound because of the trembling.
The remaining magic power in the Land of Annihilation was completely suppressed.
"Well, he seems like the 'goddess's favorite'."
Mo Bo looked at Runto who was standing beside him as if nothing had happened. His loose cervical vertebrae almost made his head fall off again, so he hurriedly held it up.
Successfully receiving Mobo's shocked gaze on his unchanging head, Runto asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Mobo wanted to refute Runto's idea, but it seemed that only the identity of God's favorite could explain why the intruder was able to suppress the magic of the Land of Oblivion. Not to mention the magic left over from the disaster, there was also the magic source of the Ghost King.
Only darlings born with magical talents, and darlings who die mid-birth and never reach adulthood, have the greatest chance of suppressing the world's other powerful magics.
Ah, Mo Bo suddenly remembered that they seemed to have overlooked a problem before. From the moment the intruder used magic, they had not been able to sense his magic power.
The intruder who was in the center of everyone's sight suddenly looked into the distance, and the silence around him became active.
Found it.
Isidore's calm silver eyes were filled with joy. He withdrew the magic power in his body and looked down at the ground.
The magic power underground is still violently colliding with the magic circle. Given the current situation, it still needs to be dealt with.
The runes in the magic circle suddenly changed, constantly mixing, reorganizing, and blending, and then pressed into the ground in an instant.
The dark soil was no different from before Isidore used the magic circle. For a moment, except for the faint anxiety in him, the air around him was quiet, and even the malice he had always felt was slowly disappearing.
The two groups of magic power were chasing each other underground. Isidore moved his fingertips slightly, inputting more magic power into the magic circle, and restraining the movement of the underground magic power at the fastest speed.
Runes flew out of the magic circle, wrapped up the colliding magic power, and carried it upwards.
The moment the magic broke through the soil, Isidore keenly noticed that another motionless magic underground had dissipated.
He didn't need to care, he reached out and looked at the cold magic floating on his hand.
The talismans are used as chains to entwine the magic power, interweaving and rotating with each other.
Isidore used his magic to sense what was inside the cold magic, which was an incomplete source of magic.
As he recognized the magic, he also felt that the curse of the source of the magic was engraved on him.
His expression didn't change much as he casually threw the magic source into the magic circle where things were placed, and teleported himself away from the open space.
Isidore stood still on the bloodless ground.
The malicious intent of those who were waiting was mixed with fear and covetousness, but no one dared to step forward.
"He seems to have obtained the source of magic." Runto leaned close to Mobo and whispered.
"Hmm." Mobo snorted, "He's cursed too."
"What kind of curse could it be? The curse from the source of magic shouldn't be simple, right?" Runto asked curiously.
Mobo didn't answer because he didn't know either.
Isidore heard the conversation in the dead bush. He controlled the flow of magic in his body, and after making sure that the curse he had suffered would not affect Vifia, he used cleansing magic on himself over and over again.
Before seeing her, you must cleanse yourself of the bloody smell.
After all, the dirt and bloodiness that comes with studying magic is different.
His sense of smell was not very good, so he could only use the cleaning magic several times to avoid any blood residue that he could not smell.
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The wind blew through the leaves, making a rustling sound like waves.
Vifiya was walking alone on a forest path when she suddenly felt an itch like a bug sting on the back of her neck. She stopped and touched it.
She lowered her eyes, her gaze unclear.
A bit of bright red snow slid down the tip of her nose, and a faint smile finally appeared at the corner of her mouth.
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